They're the people you can share your secrets with, cry salty tears with, laugh to death with, and just be yourself with. They don't judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person.
They share a glass because they're too tired to wash more dishes, share a language only they could understand, share shampoo and toothpaste because money is scarce after a week in the Venetian, share a tiny bed even if they could only have the "cadaver coffin position" for 8 hours, share a glass of wine because the other isn't a drinker. They share plenty in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. They're tied together by love for the other.
It's not just letters, parties and good times. It's a feeling that will never leave you as long as you live. It's a phone call just to make you smile. It's treasured. It's sacred. It's knowing that there will always be someone there for you...no matter what.
You cannot see sisterhood (like today because she's on a flight to Dhaka).
But you can feel it, a hundred times a day... ♥
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